Oh, to be a big red stag
As we entered Keats’ “season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”, here on the Atlantic Irish coast we experienced a bit of each.
An unusually calm and mild September in Kerry gave way to a wet and foggy October and, while the pace of life for us Homo sapiens continued to be dominated by the coronavirus, it was profoundly reassuring to see that within the deer population it was very much business as usual.
Shrinking daylight hours were silently registered by cervine pituitary glands across the country, kickstarting the annual hormone surge that would culminate in the rut.
Mature sika stags started drifting
